I push my fingers under the waist of my panties and begin to move them down my legs. Nadia’s eyes go wide. I hear her gulp and then suck in a hard breath when I crawl onto the bed and inch toward her, slowly, but maybe a little faster than I’d been moving before.

Nadia doesn’t know where to look. I love flustering her.

“No one else sees it, though, right?”

I freeze. “Huh?”

Her eyes dart to my breasts and then to my neck. “Your tattoo. Why would you get a tattoo no one else can see?”

I settle on my knees in front of her; our kneecaps are almost touching. I reach for her hands and just hold them, but I’m sure we can both feel the tension between us. And if she can’t now, I’ll make sure she can soon enough.

“First of all, I get my tattoos for myself. I pay all this money because I want my body to look pleasing to me, first and foremost.”

She smiles proudly. It’s sweet. If we were in different circumstances, like a sorority, I could interpret that smile as sisterly warmth. But since we’re butt naked in a hotel room, it’s not sisterly or warm, it’s blazing hot, and I can work with that. “Second of all?” she asks.

I love that she asks.

I move our joined hands to my breasts. She smiles and cups them. I let her lift the weight of them in her palms and then let her hands go so she can enjoy my girls at her own pace. But before that, I answer her question.

“You’re seeing the tattoo now, aren’t you?” She smiles. “The people I want can see all of me.” Her thumbs circle my nipples, and I moan. I reach for her and wrap my hands around her neck. I wait until she finally makes eye contact with me. I hold my breath until I’m certain that she will hold it, and when she does, I use my own thumbs to caress her pulse in the same counterclockwise circles she’s using on my nipples.

“I’m nervous,” she admits. Her voice is almost as soft as her skin.

“That’s okay. So am I.”

She laughs. “Please.”

I inch closer. I can’t stop myself. I shove my right knee between Nadia’s. Not enough to coax her to set her pussy on my thigh, to rub herself on top of me, to grind her clit on my leg and lubricate my skin with her release, but enough to communicate to her that I want that, that I have plans for that. So many goddamn plans.

“I spent nearly an hour on the phone with my sister earlier today trying to find the right dress to wear.”

Her lips part on a silent gasp.

“I wanted you two to want me.”

“We do.”